A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

Wen Meijiu rode a brown horse and galloped over like flying flowers on the desert.

There was someone who was not convinced and wanted to touch the sickle behind him. Wen Meijiu quickly took out a stone, pulled the slingshot and shot it, hitting the man's wrist, and the sickle fell to the ground.

When he got there, he dismounted, warmed up the wine, stood in front of the pillar, and confronted the group of people.

"Release our people, and I can spare your lives."

Wen Meijiu was not trying to scare them. If she was really pushed into a corner, she would be able to use a pistol and no one could escape her bullets.

"We can't let them go. She killed our master."

A sturdy man who was squatting next to the black-faced man rushed over, drew the sickle behind him, and wanted to fight with Wen Meijiu.

Wen Meijiu kicked him on the wrist, forcing the sickle to be thrown out, drawing an arc in the air and finally landing in Wen Meijiu's hand.

"Well, do you want to compete again?

A man of insight is a wise man. I just shot him with a slingshot. He won't die at all."

Wen Meijiu had no intention of making enemies with this group of people, he just wanted to use them to scare Wen Baoquan and the like. He didn't expect these people to be so wild.

"Humph, I don't believe a word you say!"

Even though he was defeated by someone else, the sturdy man still stiffened his neck, looked unconvinced, and shouted at Wen Meijiu.

Words are not enough, Wen Meijiu said nothing, took two quick steps, and came to the black-faced man, "Get out of the way!"

The black-faced man's men thought Wen Meijiu was going to harm him, so they stood in front of her, but were scolded by Wen Meijiu.

Seeing that they didn't move, Wen Meijiu took half a step back, rushed forward, pushed the two people in front of him away, and squeezed in.

She took out a hand bag from her bosom and poured it directly into the black-faced man's face.

With a sound of "splashing", the water splashed onto the face of the black-faced man. He immediately came back to life and sat up with his mouth wide open.

Wiping the water off his face, he shouted into the warm wine:

"Sister, you are a woman after all, can't you be a little gentler?"

Wen Meijiu snorted coldly, then stood up and walked out.

He flipped over, pushed away the people around him, and chased after him.

"Girl, I was just joking with you, why are you angry?"

He stretched out his arm to block Wen Meijiu's way. Wen Meijiu crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking like he was not easy to mess with. He raised his chin and asked him:

"It's not difficult to be my brother. Just ask your people to release my people."

The black-faced man didn't expect such a good thing to happen, and quickly shouted to the brothers behind him:

"Release them, release them, release them all."

"Good wine, and they also injured our people."

Dazhu came over quickly and told Wen Meijiu about the situation here, reminding her not to be fooled by the black-faced man.

Wen Meijiu looked back and saw the young man who had been beaten was supporting the old man and sitting on the side of the road crying.

"You have to pay compensation for injuring our people."

Wen Meijiu didn't think she could really get the upper hand from the black-faced man, but with so many people watching, she had to put on an act.

Scare the other person a little, and then reject them when he can't do it.

"Yes, yes."

The black-faced man searched his body up and down but found nothing. He turned to his brothers and asked:

"Whoever has silver, hand it over."

The strong men also reached into their pockets and soon gathered some small change and put it in his hands.

"Sister, that's all you need."

The black-faced man grinned and bent over to put the silver to Wen Meijiu, making Wen Meijiu feel confused as to whether to accept it or not.

"You are sincere."

He took the silver from the black-faced man, gave the warm wine to Dazhu beside him, and signaled him to give it to the young man who was beaten, as a kind of compensation.

"Okay, we're even now, you can go now."

Wen Meijiu raised his chin towards the black-faced man, motioning them to go first.

The dark-faced man was stunned for a long time before he figured out what Wen Meijiu meant. It meant that he wanted his money but not his person.

"That won't do. The girl has taken our money, so we belong to her."

Dazhu, who was walking over from the back after finishing his business, didn't hear it clearly at first and thought that the black-faced man was saying, "Girl, you have taken our money, so you are ours." He couldn't help but get furious.

"You are shameless. If you want to covet my sister, you have to get past me."

Wen Meijiu raised his hand to stop Dazhu from getting angry, thought for a moment, and said to the black-faced man:

"It's not impossible to do what you said, but there is one thing. Follow me and obey my command. If I tell you to go east, you are not allowed to go west."

It was impossible to reason with these hooligans, so Wen Meijiu wanted to make things difficult for him. She didn't want to get serious about something that could be resolved peacefully.

"All up to the girl."

The dark-faced man agreed without a second thought, catching Wen Meijiu off guard.

Wen Meijiu was speechless for a while, with the corners of his mouth curled up again and again, as if he had encountered a dog-skin plaster.

"Okay, then you will be responsible for the safety of the villagers. Walk at the end of the team and keep watch for us."

"So girl, can I be with you now?"

Knowing that Wen Meijiu's family had been walking at the end of the team, the black-faced man couldn't help but feel happy.

The warm wine poured cold water on him:

"No, I'll keep watch in front."

The corner of the black-faced man's mouth twitched, and he felt that Wen Meijiu did it on purpose, so he raised his chin and said:

"What if I don't agree?"

He said this simply because he thought his fellow villagers were not as good as them and he felt he had the upper hand and had room for bargaining.

Wen Meijiu did not come back alone, of course. She came back with Zhi Zheng and the others, but she rode fast on horseback, and Zhi Zheng and the others were behind her.

This was also the confidence of Wen Meijiu. She turned around calmly, put her head close to the black-faced man's head, and pointed her fingers to guide his eyes.

Zhi Zheng also noticed Wen Meijiu's side, and quickly led his people to squeeze out from behind the villagers, standing in several rows in the middle of the avenue. By the way, he lifted up his messy hair and threw it behind his head.

Anyone who practices martial arts can see that Zhizheng and the others have some skills.

The black-faced man was also sensible. It was not that he was afraid of Zhi Zheng and the others, but he saw through Wen Meijiu's strength.

"Heizi, I'll give you a chance. We can go our separate ways."

Seeing that the black-faced man stopped talking, Wen Meijiu became more confident and pretended to be confident, hoping to draw a clear line between himself and the other party and not interfere with each other.

"That won't do. A man's word is his bond."

The black-faced man was really persistent. Wen Meijiu didn't know whether he could turn over a new leaf, so he said impatiently:

"Whatever, just keep watch at the back and stay away from our fellow villagers. They are scared."

"I told you, I'll listen to you, sister."

The black-faced man did not object at all. Instead, he became even more obedient, which made people wonder if there was some conspiracy.